A/n: This is complete and UTTER crack. It's meant to be humorous, please take it in good light. PLEASE BE NOTED there is some YAOI and YURI in the drabble.
Thank you.
To Be Very Drunk is VERY Bad...
Squall's buzz slowly faded as he awoke.
Had he really gotten so drunk? That was uncharacteristic of him.
He shifted his weight and realized he was nude. He was also felt a smaller, feminine body against him. He closed his eyes with a slight smile.
"Mm...Rinoa."
He leaned closer and kissed her neck, finding the smell strangely like strawberries.
Squall's eyes then flew open, wide and gaping. She had a small figure, with nice curves, but it wasn't Rinoa's.
She had large, shapely breasts, but they weren't Rinoa's.
It wasn't Rinoa.
It was someone else. Naked. In bed with him. With strawberry perfume of some sort.
Oh. My. God.
"Irvy..." Selphie moaned in her sleep, pushing herself against Squall.
He pushed back, shocked. He needed to get out of bed, he realized. He had to get out of bed and...he bumped into another person behind him.
Another very naked person.
The gunblade user looked behind him slowly, allowing Selphie to use his chest as a pillow in her sleep. His mouth fell open and he shook his head.
/ Selphie...and Irvine../
Irvine yawned, still sleeping, his long brown hair covering the bed around him.
Squall fleetingly thought that Irvine was rather...pretty...like that, then he shook his head.
How drunk had he gotten? Just why had the three of them gotten drunk in the first place?
"Oww...my head..." a small voice muttered. Squall quickly sat up, flinging Selphie off of him, and jolting her awake. She blinked her clouded eyes in confusion.
Squall's eyes stared at the floor where another very naked Zell Dincht lay. With a certain Rinoa Heartilly's head resting in his lap.
A very naked Rinoa Heartilly.
Squall continued to stare. What. The. Fuck.
This was insane! Did they have a freaky orgy or something!
He heard Selphie gasp at his side, so he turned his attention to her.
"Squall!" She gasped, staring at him, before pointing across the room.
"Look!" She gasped. Squall looked over and stared at Quistis.
Who clutched a whip.
The blonde seemed to sleep soundly though, a secretive smile on her face. Squall didn't know what to say or do, so he lay back down and allowed Irvine to embrace him, followed by a now awake, but apparently not caring Selphie.
This was too much to deal with. Squall was going back to sleep.
Let Zell freak out about it.
---End---
